Here for your listening pleasure, this is stories of my life have been wildly misreported and heavily exaggerated.

I produced this record in a matter of a few hours after an exceptionally tough breakup in June. I think I finished the first 10 tracks in a couple of days. It's full of a bunch of sadboi anthemic codeine-soaked chunes.

The kind of music you listen to when you need help getting through tough times.

This that catharsis type-shit.

This that type of shit we slit wrists to

Watch the blood pool at the bottom of the tub with you

Holding each other in our arms as we watch the sun set and the moon rise

Death doesn't come soon, so we quicken the pace and close our eyes

Surprises greet us on the other side, stupefied gods meet and plead with us

We must cream jeans and please everybody in the streets, just straight ruckus tough

Nothing like the feeling of getting fucked up

Fill your cup up with some whiskey and play with a speak 'n spell

Write with an inkwell filled with love and quills dipped in blood

I write bars inspired by Dante's Inferno, live my life like I'm stuck in hell

Thoughts?

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Album Art: "The Combat of Mars and Minerva" by Joseph Benoit Suvée